Yun Ran did not know when her tongue had become so sharp.
What she said actually came true.
Most importantly, these things seemed to have no brains. They did not know what fear was at all, as if they did not know what death was.
They were just like those low-level zombies.
There was no way to scare them because they did not have the brains to think about what death was.
Mo Beiyuan could only protect her behind him. Then, he raised his sword and slashed repeatedly.
There were too many of these things. After all, he was not a god with three heads and six arms. Gradually, one or two of them would slip in front of Yun Ran.
Yun Ran was even more certain that these things were similar to zombies.
Zombies were afraid of sunlight and fire.
Yun Ran took out a match and lit a torch. She waved it at them to see if it could dispel them.
Unexpectedly, these ghostly things were indeed afraid of flames like zombies.
